Exhibitionism Stories

A story in the Lesbian Romances Universe
In a snowbound Kansas library, Isabel Torres, still haunted by her first love, rereads The Price of Salt alone after hours. When Harper Ellis bursts in from a blizzard—seven years after leaving without warning—their reunion ignites raw grief, fierce apologies, and desperate passion. Tears mingle with kisses as they reclaim each other on the cold marble floor, bodies and hearts colliding in a storm of longing and absolution. The book waits open, a witness to love that refuses to stay broken.

My frigid wife gives me permission to have extra marital sex. But it can only be with other men. I met a guy online and we started getting together pretty regularly. I never did leave his name or tell him mine either.

"Hi! My name is Violet. New kid on the block. You don't know me, but you will. Once you do, you won't be able to get enough of me. Just ask all the hot guys in Indy! HA! All 500 of them. Start your engines, Boys! I look good lying a checkered flag. Red light! Yellow light! Green light... HO!"

Naruto notices changes in his mother Kushina's behavior and uncovers her darkest secrets, exploiting them for his gain.

Danny and Kay explore a dangerous new dynamic in this collection of hotwifing stories. From a competitive volleyball court to the anonymity of Comic-Con, Kay tests her power over men while Danny watches from the sidelines, battling a mix of jealousy and intense arousal. As boundaries blur and rules are broken, the couple navigates the thrill of exhibitionism and voyeurism, questioning if their relationship can withstand the heat of their evolving fantasies with teammates and masked strangers.

A predicament in a university swimming pool where Zoey lost her clothes and now have to find a way to get back her modesty

Midnight Midnight veils London in shadow. She waits at Embankment, coat parted, lace stockings bare above, slick beneath skirt. He emerges—tall, eyes devouring. Fingers trace blouse, nipples hardening. Mouth devours hers, deep. Kneels, tongue laps slick folds, circles clit slowly. She shudders, comes biting cries. Lifts her, thrusts deep—rolling, filling. They grind against rail until she clenches, he spills hot. Vanishes. She smiles, marked. Midnight

A nameless road unspools forever under Elias Moreau’s tyres. Naked, half-hard, he drives toward Isolde—pale, raven-haired, eternally waiting, sex glistening in headlights. Each encounter is slow, deep, wordless release on warm tar, yet she recedes again. No end, only endless want, her scent on the wind, the next curve calling him forward.

A little over a week ago I met Larry and we hit it off. I thought he was just a regular handsome black guy but it turns out he had a kinky side as well, especially when it came to being loyal to his friends.

Lately it seems all my attention has been on my teaching and my boyfriend. Leave it to my mom to gently remind me that my dad has been trying to give me some "space" as I work things out and that it might be nice to show him my appreciation. Well, what better way than to pay him a visit in his office when he was least expecting it?